Poetry

By

Hira Azhar

       THE SURREAL LIFE

    Life is but a walking shadow

We trot, we walk, we dare to stalk

     Life is but a grassy meadow

We eat, we graze, we dare to raise

      Life is but a stony tornado

We hear, we fear, we dare to bear

   Amidst the passing hours of life

      We learn to run a fiery fight

    Ah! Life is but a glowing light

      We never try to lead it right

Hira Azhar

Hira is a freelance Writer and Poet from Rawalpindi, Pakistan.